Wealso spent a lot of time in each other's houses mostly in hers, we used toplay the usual doctors and nurses games and I also introduced the babygame...where we would both pretend to be babies or mummy or daddy to eachother being the baby. Beatrice always had lacy and frilly panties on and Iwas always trying to find a way to have a glimpse of her panties. One daywe were playing with each other and her sisters came in. They asked uswhat we were doing and we said we were just playing pretend. And she lets me in, her own tongue hesitant and soft. She tastes like mint. Her hands push lightly against me, like she wants me to stop, but I'm overpowering her, and her pushes are weak, kittenish, and then they still.I run my hand up under her shirt, moaning at the soft, hot skin before cupping her breast. My fingers are rough, rushed, brushing her nipple until it hardens against my palm. My breath shudders out of me and I run a hand, trembling along her body, sliding it under the waistband. Even Keith, who had come at least six or seven times in all throughout the evening. When we had all woken up, much later in the day, I left my wife and Keith to have a last sex session, while I went to make something for us all to eat. They came downstairs a while later, both beaming, especially Keith who wanted to thank us both for the previous evening. We told him that there was no need for thanks, as we had all thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, with no harm done to anyone. When the time came for. Once the shell had done so, eager fingers pried loose the casting and inspected the imprint, deeming it a success, they prized the second free making comments about the detail available and how it would be c***d`s-play to cast a model from it. They turned their attentions to the last casting, Wendy shrinking from their attentions as only a secured, naked woman can from the attentions of three ghouls! To her surprise, a cord was attached to her collar restricting her ability to raise her head.